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Let me just start by saying, Garrus Vakarian has no passion when it comes to murdering strange and previously undiscovered alien species. We space faring types have to learn how to care about the xenos of lesser intelligence we blast into extinction because they rub us the wrong way. Especially when those tencious little bitches rub acid all over your favorite set of skin.
[ It switches over to video. Zaeed's device is sending a feed from somewhere inside of warehouse, the rows of barrels implying this was some kind of fuel storage builing. Crumpled up against a mess of knocked over barrels, covered in dark black and luminescent green liquids was the bullet ridden and burnt corpse of one very unlucky Grid. ]
This takes me back to this one time I wandered out to some middle of nowhere warehouse on some god forsaken station because I was following a lead about a weapons cache only to be ambushed by one ugly little xeno that was an unholy cross between a vorcha and a turian that was given a solid beating with the ugly stick and I had to fight it with my hands, a lighter and half a heat sink.
[ Zaeed laughs as he comes into view. His entire right arm was covered in acid burns, inflamed in a vibrant red and bleeding profusely as he used Grid's corpse like a lawn chair, acid blood sizzling on the back of his armor and probably into his back but he didn't seem to mind in the slightest ]
Oh, wait. That just happened. And it was pretty goddamn sweet.
[ It switches over to video. Zaeed's device is sending a feed from somewhere inside of warehouse, the rows of barrels implying this was some kind of fuel storage builing. Crumpled up against a mess of knocked over barrels, covered in dark black and luminescent green liquids was the bullet ridden and burnt corpse of one very unlucky Grid. ]
This takes me back to this one time I wandered out to some middle of nowhere warehouse on some god forsaken station because I was following a lead about a weapons cache only to be ambushed by one ugly little xeno that was an unholy cross between a vorcha and a turian that was given a solid beating with the ugly stick and I had to fight it with my hands, a lighter and half a heat sink.
[ Zaeed laughs as he comes into view. His entire right arm was covered in acid burns, inflamed in a vibrant red and bleeding profusely as he used Grid's corpse like a lawn chair, acid blood sizzling on the back of his armor and probably into his back but he didn't seem to mind in the slightest ]
Oh, wait. That just happened. And it was pretty goddamn sweet.